Archive for the pulp fiction Category

Back Into the Swing

Posted in Andrew Shaw, crime noir, Lawrence Block, Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks on August 22, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

I know I have nbeen posting as regularly as I used to. Some personal and professional matters (having a baby, father’s death, book deadlines, etc) have kept me busy, but I hope to get back t the vintage swing of tings soon.

For instance, I have recently found and purchased two “holy grails” of difficul-to-find and priecey books if you do: Gutter Girl by Andrew SHaw (yes, it is Block) and Panda Bear Passion by Orrie Hitt. These will be the new postings soon…


 

 

Lust Lords: SilverBlock

Posted in Lawrence Block, Nightstand Books, pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks on August 21, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

A five part YouTube posting of Robert Silverberg and Lawrence Block at a bookstore in Belmont, California, May 24, 2011, talking about their sex novel writing days, and signing copies of the new edition of Campus Tramp and Gang Girl/Sex Bum.

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Sex Gang to Pulling a Train — Harlan Ellison Becomes Paul Merchant Once Again

Posted in Nightstand Books, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , on July 11, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Word has it that Harlan Ellison has agreed to reprint his Paul Merchant Nightstand Sex Gang with a new title, Pulling a Train, containing new stories. The publisher is the new Kicks Books, from underground music zine Kicks Magazine, also a vintage record label, Norton Records, that reissues and produces new groovy, 50s-style retro bachelor pad garage tunes and co-run by vintage-collector, ex-Cramps drummer, Miriam Linna.

Kicks is also publishing a collection of “science fiction” poetry by Sun Ra. How cool is that? The line has a vintage look based on Signet and Avon books of the salad days.

This is a curious and surprising re-issue on many levels…Ellison has said he would never republish it, had in the past denied it…maybe the upswing in vintage reprints by many old pals from the heydays changed his mind…one would surmise he would have gone with Subterranean or Stark House or even Hard Case rather than a new venture, or maybe a new venture is the way to go.

Either way, we are looking forward to this one.

Haiti or the Accordion Player’s Daughter by Michael Hemmingson

Posted in crime noir, noir fiction, pulp fiction on July 3, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

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Trailer Tramp – Orrie Hitt (Beacon Books #158, 1957)

Posted in Beacon Books, Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , on July 3, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Examined here.

Hard Cold Whisper by Michael Hemmingson

Posted in crime noir, noir fiction, pulp fiction with tags , , , , , on May 19, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

We highly recommend Michael Hemmingson’s new crime noir novel, Hard Cold Whisper, out from Black Mask Books.

The back cover copy states Hemmingson wrote the book in a flurry of homage style like Gil Brewer’s Fawcett Gold Medal books.

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Synopsis

David Kellgren is a process server, a job where everyone wants to kill the messenger and things can get a little bit dangerous and out of hand. David is attacked when trying to serve legal papers to a gang member and an angel comes to his rescue: nineteen-year-old Gabriella Amaya, trapped in a large dilapidated house, caring for her dying aunt. This elderly aunt has money, diamonds, and real estate, promised to Gabriella when the aunt dies. Is there any way the sultry caregiver can get her crafty hands on that wealth sooner? And share it with her new lover, the unsuspecting process server who starts to wonder if he’s become a patsy in a elaborate murder plot, or if he simply cannot allow himself to trust any woman who says, “I love you.” Set in San Diego, Chula Vista, and Tijuana, Hard Cold Whisper is Michael Hemmingson at his finest, most terse and torqued prose in the crime genre.

Would-Be Sinner by Don Elliott aka Robert Silverberg (Evening Reader #1215, 1965)

Posted in Don Elliott, Nightstand Books, pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , on April 24, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks


This is, perhaps, the best of all the Silverberg Don Elliotts we have read so far, perhaps because its subject matter is of great interest, and close to home (or fantasy) of the author.

Michael Storm is a whirlwind success of a first novelist, stuck in the second novel hell — can he produce a wonderful follow-up or is he but a one-hit-wonder?

In his late 20s, he was working a PR man who had a way with words, a copy wizard, and while he was capable of making a good living doing that, he yearned for more, and two women in his life knew it; they in fact urged him to write a novel, one a girl at the office, Eileen, whose gives her virginity to him, and one a wanton but wealthy bi-sexual lawyer, who offers to be his patron, or sugar momma, giving him what money he needs so he can quit working and focus on writing his novel. (As for the reality of that, these women are really out there, we here have experienced that first-hand.)

He writes an enormous, 323,000-word tome on Madison Avenue and the American Dream, accepted based on a partial.  The publisher knows this will be heralded as an American classic of modern times, and it is: great reviews, great sales, movie rights to Hollywood, all kinds of foreign rights sales — Storm makes $200,000 in the first year, quite a chunk of change for the early 1960s, and if invested right, he could live comfortably foe the rest of his life…he need not ever write another word again…but he wants to, he wants a second, third, more novels…but does he have them inside him?  Can he acquire, as the cover copy states, “a sin career”?

He finds many women are eager to sleep with a famous author…and when he goes out to Los Angeles to work on the treatment for a film to his book, working on a studio lot, he finds an endless supply of would be actresses and secretaries and PAs to have sex with, so much that h soon becomes bored for th lack of the chase and challenge.

Back in New York, he befriends Harris Merrill, an author ten years his senior who had one smash-hit novel, a classic, and never wrote again (like a female version of Harper Lee); instead, in his 10-room Park Avenue abode, he dives into LSD, peyote, shrooms, and having wild sex orgies on the drugs.  Storm tries it and fears becoming just like Merrill. We cannot help but wonder if Merrill is loosely based on Philip K. Dick…(Note here, Silverberg has people waiting 3-4 hours at a psiocybin party to take effect, when the effect of that drug really takes 30-60 minutes to start…and he has Storm throw up after taking them, when vomitting is more a part of peyote, not psiolocybin.)

After Merrill’s OD and death, the darkness inspired Storm to writ his second novel, also a masterpiece.

But what of love? A wife? Can a man have the whole world and be alone?  Storm finds out no, that it all is meaningless until he has someone to share it with.

The ins ans outs of the publishing business makes for an interesting read, the giant blockbuster of a novel with fortune and fame a fantasy for the young Silverberg, unlike the hustling life of a paperback hack found in Thirst for Love as David Challon.

This one should get a reprint.

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